The Fighter

Harry is dragged by Zayn to a female boxing match to see one of the best female fighters-Bethany. Harry watches Bethany as she fights and realizes by the way she moves, something about her is off but she's still powerful. When he gets the chance to meet her, and their relationship takes off, can they fight to keep their relationship together or will they be pulled apart because they both lead two totally different lives and Bethany's deep, dark secret?

“Alright…” Harry finally said. I smiled and Mike brought Harry to the back to get him suited up. About five minutes later, Harry walked out in basketball shorts, in gloves like the ones being shoved on my hands just now, and shirtless. Damn did he looked good shirtless. I tried to shake the thought but my eyes kept going back to his abs.

“Ready?” Mike asked me. I nodded and we went into the ring. Mike played as ref while Harry and I had mouth guards shoved in our mouths. “FIGHT!” Mike yelled. Harry stumbled over his feet, making it easy for me. He swung low, making me aim low. I was able to knock his breathe out, causing him to go down. I straddled him and backed my arm up to swing at his face but before I could let it go, he pounded the floor, making me laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked, spitting the mouth guard out.

“You wouldn’t even let me go at you!”

“I didn’t want you to destroy me!”

“You actually think I would’ve gone full force on you?” I asked, still smiling.

“I’ve seen you in the ring. You…you look angry; like you could kill someone. I tensed up, reliving the memories. I closed my eyes, pressing back tears. “Bethany…?” I snapped my eyes open and rolled off Harry. “Did I say something?” Harry sounded concerned but it barely struck me. I couldn’t even look at him.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s obviously something. Something had to have made you so angry that you felt this was the only option.”

“How would you know?!” I snapped. Harry looked down and shrugged.

“Because my sister did the same thing; she died in a match.” My breath caught in my throat; suddenly make me feel sick to my stomach.

“What was her name…”

“Gemma.” Harry whispered. It was then that I felt like I was going to faint. Gemma…her name was Gemma…